Page 58 of Singing For His Kiss

“Say it again. Tell me what you just said again.”

His mouth came to hers, his lips lightly touching but not taking. “I want you, Elizabeth. I want you now and I want you tomorrow and next week and next year. I want to explore your mind...”

Her arms wound around his shoulders, a hand scrunched in his close cropped hair, the other in his shirt collar.

“…and your body.”

His whole body trembled, and melted against him, clinging to him as though he might float away like a puff of smoke, the wisp of a dream. No one had spoken to her as James did, let alone a man who told her he wanted her for no other apparent reason than because she was who she was. It was pure temptation.

“I want all of you. If by the grace of God you want me as much as I want you, tell me so I can spare myself any future torture.”

She hovered on the cusp of indecision. He should know the truth about what she was, about David, before he offered himself to her. And yet, she couldn’t deny herself this chance to be with him. She wanted him with every cell, every fibre of her body, and she just couldn’t find the strength to deny him. Or herself. If only for this night. For one night, she could shut away the hurt and denial. Accept and feel love so she might know what it actually was to be wanted. Like this. With such desperation and honesty that she buckled. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, she’d tell him everything.

Tonight, he was hers.

She sighed, tilting her head, and whispered on a breath before she took his mouth with hers, “Be careful what you wish for, James.”

He crushed her against him, flattening her breasts against his chest, her hips to his. He didn’t hide his erection, instead letting one hand drop to the small of her back, pressing her abdomen against it. Electric sensation zapped through her, straight up her insides to her breasts, then down, intensifying the heat between her thighs.

Yearning ignited to need. His palm found her breast, and her nipple puckered into a rock hard nub. Her senses flung like steam atoms, rocketing around her body, pooling in the centres of her body, taking her awareness to those parts that so badly needed to be touched and stroked.

His thumb worked her nipple, sliding over the peak. Sensation akin to pleasurable pain streaked inside, making her legs seem to crumble beneath her weight. Keeping his hand on her breast and his lips working hers, James walked her backwards until her calves hit the bed.

The hand on her breast slipped down her side and beneath her T-shirt, finding her breast again. This time his skin was on hers, caressing her breast, his fingers circling her nipple, squeezing, massaging and driving her wild.

She quickly opened his shirt buttons and slipped it over his shoulders, giving her a prime view of smooth golden skin and the aroma of musky male. She tugged his shirt from his shoulders, pushing it down around his hips. She worked both her hands against his waist, her palms on his heated skin. A deep shudder worked through him, and a sigh escaped his mouth.

She palmed his chest, the middle of her hand finding his puckered nipples. She was going to take all he would give her because she knew it was only going to be for tonight.

She would burn in hell for what she was going to do, but she would burn later. After she’d found paradise. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, revelling in the hard, undulating muscles of his biceps.

“Yes, James. Yes.”

With a groan, he dropped her to the bed, nestling her back against the cool covers. He drew her T-shirt up and over her head so she lay with only her bra. His hungry gaze covered her body, setting her veins on fire. The smouldering in his eyes set her on fire. Her skin puckered, and goose bumps rippled over her flesh, ready for his heat - and he didn’t disappoint.

He leaned over her, bracing his weight on his elbows. He kissed her lips, and his mouth slipped to her jaw, down the slender curve of her neck. The heated trail left goose bumps in its wake, and she gave herself over to the erotic flow of the cooling air where his heat had just been.

He nudged the cup of her bra aside with his nose and his mouth found her nipple. She groaned with the electric thrill that raced inside her body. She clutched the back of his head. His hand massaged her other breast. His hot breath was like a furnace, burning with the heat of his mouth.

He slid his hands behind her, snapping the catch of her bra and easing it away. Cool air was delicious against her bare skin. He came to his knees, his eyes burning as he carefully unbuttoned her jeans. Goosebumps broke out over her skin at the delicate brush of his fingertips.

“Are you sure, Elizabeth?”

Sure? No, she wasn’t sure, but she was certain she wanted this, wanted him, right now. She didn’t say a word, just eased the jeans off her legs and tossed them onto the floor beside the bed.

He palmed her legs from her ankles to hips, taking his time, treating her as though she was delicate. She shivered with anticipation. His thumb slipped into the waist of her underwear and slipped it over her hips and down her thighs. Cool air swirled over her bare skin. His fingers brushed her hip, her inner thigh to gently cup her most intimate place.

His fingertips slid into her folds, stirring the most erotic sensations to swim through her body and all thoughts fled her mind. She moaned, opening her legs to his hand. He slid his fingers through her slick folds and inserted the tips inside her.

She arched her back, raw sensation riding her responses. She was on fire, needing, building. Thoughts flew as her body ached with a living, pulsing need. He withdrew his fingers, circling the tight nub before plunging them deeper into her, while at the same time his mouth and tongue worked from one breast to the other. She clung to his shoulders, writhing in a pool of sensation almost too much to bear.

Her skin became slick, need rising like flames. He moved down her body, gliding his tongue down her centre, over her belly button and lower. He grasped her waist and tugged her so her hips were at the end of the bed. Hands on her thighs, he knelt on the ground and opened her to him.

She was too much on fire to think, as at first his tongue glided to where his fingers had played. He slid the tip of his tongue into her curve, swirling around the taut nub before he brought his mouth and suckled her into his mouth. She nearly screamed as pure sensation claimed her body.

Her hips bucked, and she clawed the sheets with her hands. He slid a finger inside her opening, drawing it in and out as he worked the nub with his tongue and mouth. She gasped out loud, skin perspiring, mind blank except for the sweet thrill of sensation racing through her.

A golden wave exploded through her. She closed her eyes and let it come crashing over, through, around. She heard someone gasping and belatedly realised it was her. She was the one making that wanton sound of pure ecstasy. When the wave passed, she lay limp and replete.

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